The young Daoist crouched beside the bench, gazed at the courtyard well, and rubbed his cheeks.
For some reason, Immortal Wei suddenly felt that Heaven had smiled upon the world, granting it such a mortal realm.
In the woodshed behind the Yang Family Pharmacy, an entire room was piled with old junk left unattended for too long, a chaotic mess.
Old Man Yang had designated everything in this room for Li Huai. Li Huai had refused, unwilling to see the house emptied out once more after the old man was gone.
Li Huai had wanted Chen Ping'an to help move the things away. Whether he kept them on Li Huai's behalf or took whatever caught his eye, it was all up to him. But how could Chen Ping'an possibly dare?
Sunlight streamed through the window, yet there was not the slightest stale odor in the room. Zheng Dafeng stood there blankly, lost in thought for a while.
With a stomp of his foot, Zheng Dafeng tucked a thin booklet from the shelf into his robes. He was going out to borrow three handcarts and put Immortal Wei to work through his disciple. Free labor was labor not to be wasted.
Immortal Wei took a piece of Yellow Seal talisman paper folded into the shape of a bird from his sleeve. Muttering an incantation, he silently recited the formula and blew on it. Spiritual light flickered. After murmuring a few words under his breath, Immortal Wei tossed out the talisman bird. It flapped its wings and flew out through the courtyard well, summoning Lin Feijing here.
Zheng Dafeng exclaimed, "Folding paper into a crane, fluttering away; speaking true words, delivering news. And Immortal Wei still has the nerve to say he is not a Living Immortal?"
Immortal Wei blushed slightly. Lin